In the garden of roses
I flew as a beetle
Sipping nectar from,
The ocean of knowledge
Before the gates were closed
To fly over as social bee.
Like the birds scattered
From the tree before,
The winter arrived
So did all flew
To make their destiny.
Life as changed so much
In a year or two
Till yesterday I dreamt to hold you
But lost for I was in struggle
To make a living on my own foot
And now I see your hands holded
By your baby, for now you are
I know somones dear.
Gone are the days of fun
In the college cantenes
And making pun.
For now the days
Arrived to struggle all the day alone.
